It’s late, I’m sitting at the keyboard with a half-done poem, and the Smiths are on the radio.
If I wasn’t 46 years old, I’d swear I was 25 years old.
It’s late, I’m sitting at the keyboard with a half-done poem, and the Smiths are on the radio.
If I wasn’t 46 years old, I’d swear I was 25 years old.
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